Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.